Julie Holland - Carly Simon

Plastic cups on Venice Beach
The way your shadow hung on mine
Versace bag thrown in the street
I'll just keep chasing lonely highs

I'm too young
To have this damage on my skin
So how come
I don't look before I jump in

I can't sleep tonight
It's a hundred degrees in this bed
I can't sleep tonight
Singing Boys In The Trees in my head

I like the smell of cigarettes
It's the weirdest shit that's true
American Spirit on my breath
And I've still got a taste for you

I'm burned out
Trippin' on the carpet in the bar
It turns out
Whiskey's not a substitute for the backseat of your car

I can't sleep tonight
It's a hundred degrees in this bed
I can't sleep tonight
Singing Boys In The Trees in my head

Heroes leave
And idols die
Who am I
To stand in line
If she couldn't make it work
How can I
Quicksand
The trap of fame
I want it all
But I'm afraid
What if I only love to chase

I can't sleep tonight
It's a hundred degrees in this bed
I can't sleep tonight
Singing Boys In The Trees in my head
Pink skies on the horizon
Anxiety pacing like a lion
I can't sleep tonight
I'm worried about Carly Simon
I can't sleep tonight
I'm worried about Carly Simon

Written by:
Julie Logue

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